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“Oh, look!” she cried. “There’s a lot of sort of ledges down there. Wide ones of all different heights.”
He joined her and together they gazed down the dizzy height.
“We’ll go swimming to-night!” she said excitedly. “By moonlight.”
“Wouldn’t you rather go in at the beach on the other end?”
“Not a chance. I like to dive. You can use my uncle’s bathing-suit, only it’ll fit you like a gunny sack, because he’s a very flabby man. I’ve got a one-piece affair that’s shocked the natives all along the Atlantic coast from Biddeford Pool to St. Augustine.”
“I suppose you’re a shark.”
“Yes, I’m pretty good. And I look cute too. A sculptor up at Rye last summer told me my calves were worth five hundred dollars.”
There didn’t seem to be any answer to this, so Carlyle was silent, permitting himself only a discreet interior smile.
V.
When the night crept down in shadowy blue and silver they threaded the shimmering channel in the rowboat and, tying it to a jutting rock, began climbing the cliff together. The first shelf was ten feet up, wide, and furnishing a natural diving platform. There they sat down in the bright moonlight and watched the faint incessant surge of the waters, almost stilled now as the tide set seaward.